For the union I know
Of Death and Desire,
A gentle is borne
To the majestic empire.
Thy name be Peace
To whom I call out,
In times of catastrophe
That lay about.
As the cannons of valiant and tireless soldiers
Tell the tales of devastation and flame,
A mother outcries over the shroud of her son
For justice in his name.
The venom that brews in hate
Squeals thy name forlornly,
For the radiant dew drops of the shadow of thine
Are the elixir that transform the fate of humanity.
Thou art: the hope of every kingdom
The pulse of every tradition,
The intent of every prayer
Each melody’s rendition.
The barren canvas of this land o’mine
Soaked crimson ascribed to bloodshed,
Awaits your arrival, O son of Death and Desire,
For history calls for you, in sight of red.
Written by Radhika Taneja for MTTN
Edited by Avaneesh Jai Damaraju
Artwork by Shraddha Jathan for MTTN